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The poet-bird in Keats, divinely intoxicated, flies in front of me, before my ken:

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"Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?"

``` The music-bird is within us to stay, to give us love. The music-bird is without us to fly, to give us joy.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Philosopher-Thinkers: The Power-Towers of The Mind and Poet-Seers: The Fragrance-Hours of the Heart in The West, Agni Press, New York, 1998
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